“What the…” I whispered in confusion as I opened my eyes. I was a little disorientated at first, but it passed quickly. There was no light, but I was still able to see my surroundings perfectly. I appeared to be laying down in a tight enclosure of some sort. I took a deep breath in again, through my nose this time, and was immediately bombarded with an assortment of aromas. I smelled the rich aroma of wood all around me, the earthy, musky scent of dirt, Drakkar Noir and leather, and the sharp, coppery, heart-stopping smell of blood. I bolted upright at that last scent, my mouth immediately watering as a deep, painful hunger enveloped me, and I immediately hit my head. The thunking sound my head made against the wood ceiling above me echoed loudly throughout my enclosure as I reached up and rubbed the sore spot on my forehead. “Ouch…” I mumbled as I lay back down. I reached my hands up and felt the ceiling of my cell. I pushed lightly against it, testing it, and was shocked when it flew off and clattered loudly against the floor.
